Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp; Or, The Old Lumberman's Secret

gs of Time.' Why! Time sweeps by us on electrically-driven, ball-bear

too quickly, for me, anyway. The

in the kitchen last night because her Mike couldn't get a job now the mills were closed, and was drinkin

erages is smaller by considerable than that spent by the well-to-do for simil

g, Nan Sherwood. Mike's case has nothing to do with political

; "and history, rhetoric, and philosophical readings along with it,"

till severely, "that you won't

I could? We have no money. Father is out of work. There is no prospect of other work for him in Tillbury, he says,

hy

ed. "I tell you!" she exclaimed. "I'll speak to my father about it. He

h heat. "I, guess, not! What I can't earn, or my father can't

vering lips. "You can't be

an!" denied

our tuition money in the world. And I know he'd pay your way i

ugging her friend again. "But you mustn't ask him,

e matter? So have Papa Sherwood and Momsey. What they can'

an!" said Bess. "Why not take all you ca

urned seriously. "And, then, you are not poor

before, much. We're not poor and none of our friends were poor. Not until those ol

u don't hate it half as much as t

Lakeview Hall, my dear," Bess rejoined gloomily. "W

father and mother, would have to leave Tillbury long before the autumn. Mr. Sherwood was trying to ob

te again; but her husband begged her not to. He had a proper pride. It looked to him as

rful statement. "Never say die! Hope is our anchor! Fat

ave and scrimp and be frugal in many infinitesima

insisted on that, and urged the curtailment of the weekly

l. "And, of course, I can sweep. That's good for me. Our physical instructor says so. Instead of go

was no "lick and a promise" in Nan Sherwood's housekeeping. She did not sweep the dust under the bureau

declared she went through the cottage like a whirlwind. It was not as bad as

more snow on the ground now; but the porch was cleaned and the path to the front gate neatly dug and swept. The tinkle of sleigh bells and

mise of work from the Chicago machine shop boss had reached Mr. Sherwood that morning by post. It seemed the only opening, and it meant that they wou

door open too long, for it was cold outside and the winter chill would get into the ho

ial sweeping there. The rough mat at the door was a heavy one. As Nan stooped to pick it up and toss it after

st a circular, or advertisement, under our door, and it

t. Its length surprised her. It was a long, official looking envelope, not

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n a week before. Somehow he had failed to ring their bell when he left the letter. The missing tack in the edge of the hall carpet had allowed the

om her mother's cousin must be of enormous importance. She set her broom in the co